Well thank you, sweet baby Jesus!

Apparently the conversation that’s been happening at my house (”I LOVE YOU, ADAM!!”) has been happening Chez Everyone, and So You Think You Can Dance has been listening, because Adam Shankman has been named a permenant third judge.

Don’t worry, there’s a fourth seat that producer/judge/fine, upstanding douhchebag Nigel Lythgoe was quick to assure the public remained open for guest judges. Which means that sure to fill those seats are standbys like Debbie Allen (who manages to make everything she says sound ridiculously profound) and Lil’ C (who manages to make everything he says sound profoundly ridiculous). But this development leaves the choreographers to do what they do best — choreograph, and not judge. Can I get an amen hallelujah?

Between this and naming Ellen DeGeneres as the third Idol judge, I think we’ve just proved that Token Gay Judge is the new Token Black Judge. Now if only we could find a judge that brings the two together, well, with that we could just take over the world. (Are you listening, Ms. J? I believe that’s your cue.)

Michael Jackson’s still making news, this time ensuring that his death was a tragedy. The official report out of the LA coroner’s office was that Jackson’s death was a homicide, brought on by the mixture of drugs he was being prescribed for his sleep disorder. So he very well may not have been too frail for those London concerts … but we’ll never know.

• In related news, A&E is going forward with the Jackson family reality show. Exploitation or honor? You decide!
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American Idol pretty firmly has set the judges’ formula for every performance reality show ever. Sure, the Randy Jackson role of a wise-yet-incomprehensible black dude is sometimes rotated and a bit of a wild card, but you’ve got two roles that remain steady. First, you have the potentially psychotic yes-woman Paula Abdul type with her weird way of talking, fame from a bygone era, and rampant pills/plastic surgery/botox. And then, of course, there is the Simon Cowell — the British guy who is a giant douchebag.

Since So You Think You Can Dance is made by the same people as American Idol, they naturally follow the sacred formula, only, as if to make up for a lack of a Randy Jackson replacement, they have made their Paula Abdul, Mary Murphy, extra crazy and botoxed, and they’ve made their Simon, Nigel Lythgoe, way, way more douchey.

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We may seem like a really fun team because our posts are, well … fun. You don’t know the half of it. As much fun as we have writing the posts, some of our best discussions take place behind the scenes, on our team email list. We might even be considered brainy and philosophical. Are you ready for your first peek behind the scenes at CliqueClack TV?

Jenny Weird … I mean Wade … started it all with her bizarre video about Reaper’s fate. She’s a little … off. Anyway, Brett didn’t know what he was getting into when he sent a Jenny Wade quote for our weekly quotation marks column:

BRETT: It’s not exactly from ‘TV’ but the pickings are slim at the moment, so here’s Jenny Wade on Reaper’s cancellation.

“You know who you should blame?… Find your friends that watched American Idol this season, instead of Reaper, and punch them in the face. And be like, Dude, it’s your fault.”

KEITH (stating the obvious): God those videos are excruciating to sit through.

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We — as in, my household of two adults and two kids — love watching American Idol during the winter months. It comes on in January, just about the time we’re going stir-crazy here in the North Woods, and carries us into the spring months. I know Idol has gotten a bad rap lately, but it keeps us from killing each other during those long, cold, cabin-fever nights.

And just about the time Idol ends, we have another talent show to keep us interested into the summer: So You Think You Can Dance. I wouldn’t say it’s the life-and-death situation of American Idol, but it’s definitely a fun diversion from the hectic rush of our lives. And it’s hard not to compare the two shows, which is what I’m going to do right now.

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Well, there were probably a lot of non-fans of the reality television genre breathing huge sighs of relief this past week as yet another season of American Idol wrapped up. Survivor Tocantins also ended last Sunday night, but on a very different note. Both shows went out in gala style. However, one was a shocker and the other was pretty much a given.

I personally don’t care so much who won what on the reality shows I watch. Sure, there are folks like delusional Ben “Coach” Wade whom I want off my TV set the moment I see them. But my criteria for a good season always remains … was I entertained? Regarding Survivor and American Idol, yes. Yes, I was very entertained.

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Kris Allen: American Idol.

Get used to it, folks. It’s a fact. Thing is, we’ll probably be used to it before Kris is. “I don’t even know what to feel right now. This is crazy,” Kris mumbled to Ryan Seacrest as he leaned against the host of the show for support at the end of the finale.

And you have to hand it to Adam Lambert. He was gentlemanly, he was supportive, he was accommodating. But then, he has been throughout the entire season, hasn’t he? That’s always been Adam’s greatest asset. With almost 100,000,000 votes cast (that’s almost one hundred million votes, folks), it still wasn’t enough to garner what Adam needed to win the whole enchilada. But that’s all right. Don’t worry – Adam will be just fine. I mean, everyone wants to work with him, y’know? And after the Glambert and KISS-capades in the midst of the show, who wouldn’t want to?

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